To hold me back is a silly thing,

É r e b o s


♆

he simply had no words for her. he was not one to preserve himself or others; he adored it rawly and with brute passions. excited if you will, to exercise his mounds of obvious testostrone on a womanly leader who never heard a 'no' in her life. a deviant little cunt, she had to fight for this. to keep him, to tame him, to have him.
she charges and he sees her stance shift- taking instant and intuitive note of the hackles that rose in her outline. the rattle of something bones clicked & clacked, notifying him of her fast action head on. quickly, he sets his claws digging into the ground with splayed toes as he shifts his own weight towards his frontal limbs to create a hard & ready brace for her incoming, simultaneously raising his own hackles. he then angles his opened jaws to the left side, aiming to catch her collide of teeth into his own cavernous trap before locking down on whatever he bit. fangs flying in the air, as his neck slightly lowers with cranking power related to his firm grip on the earth.
the two moved in a monstrous dance-, erebos was not one to back down & it seemed neither was she. to harm a leader was a flattering thing to do, and to make his mark was pleasurable to him. with the unmistakable twinge of sexual tension in his girth that gave way to a thicker carnal musk accompanied by a symphony of guttural growls.


Medusa vs Érebos for Force claim
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner fighter & beginner healer
Specialty: n/a

"talk" 'think'